"Then—Let me kiss you once!"
Fernis' eyes glittered under the sunlight streaming through the windows. She was fixated on his face, particularly his lips. Her legs, straddling his lap, tightened as she awaited Sylvester's response.
'This does not seem like a honeytrap,' Sylvester concluded, having executed many honeytraps in his previous life on the wives of generals and politicians. 'Does she genuinely desire this? But why?'
Sylvester pondered his options. His work in Masan was far from complete. The Princess supported him and was the reason he resided within the castle. If she stopped fantasizing about him, he might be expelled.
'She is too impulsive for me to predict her reaction to rejection. Perhaps allowing her to indulge in her fantasies will be helpful.'
Sylvester remained silent but nodded slightly. He felt no attraction towards her, yet she was an important pawn in the larger scheme.
